After all that, it seemed like Dustin was a monster. He was as swift as lightning, tough as a rock, indifferent to bullet, and merciless—this guy was a demon!

"Where's Scott Mosey?" Covered in blood, Dustin glared at the muscle-bound man, his gaze icy.

"Spare me! We are just following orders. We have no grudge against you, just—" Suddenly, the muscular man quickly whipped out a grenade and chucked it straight at Dustin.

His timing was spot-on; the grenade would practically explode in an instant.

The muscular man believed that no matter how tough Dustin was, there was no way Dustin could withstand the impact of the explosion.

Victory seemed to be in the muscular man's grasp. He was convinced he had executed the perfect sneak attack, celebrating silently.

However, Dustin intervened, snatching the grenade mid-air. In the next instant, a muted "bang" echoed as the hand grenade exploded instantly. But the expected bloodbath didn't happen.

In Dustin's hands, the grenade seemed a